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…erbelly of the storm-dragon, just as intrepid condors look down on them as the ghosts of mountains. A winter’s sky without clouds is a grim reminder that oblivion can be azure, as surely as no color at all. In the midst of a drought, the brutal winds blow dust and spores into…
Hayden Moore
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Drought - physical and spiritual
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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